Lyrics:
And very long story short after producing these songs and with the album in hand, just like I did with the Kickstarter. I emailed hundreds of radio
Every time I drive down my old street
I'm surrounded by all the memories
I feel like I'm losing sanity
Because
It's crazy how nothing ever feels
the whip lets go for a drive
Setting off until the sunrise
When you smile , I go weak
Can we get under the sheets
No talking, listen to the bed squeak
Off
die here
I don't have to try here
Can I get my two sugars please?
Jesus made an album
I'm still waiting in the line for cream
She dream in
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
a jacket
It's a cold, cold
In the studio writing these words, one after another
In memorial of my brother
As you listen to the album with
Nothing
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
gun with loafers
Mash gas pedals as I'm sitting in
The glass like I'm motherfucking coaster
Smile as I pray on you niggas like I paoch ya
Cruise no
easy to write to
Feeling you cry
On my shoulder, I'm by you
Try write some nice tunes
Ones that you'll drive to
Maybe you'll smile too
(Some nice tunes,
shine on it baby
Like you do
So you dont take that shit for granted
Imma leave it out in the open for you
Stripped with no panic
Fake smiles
Fake dials
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
look at me from the passenger seat and it drives me wild
Take my time if it means that I keep you with me
Cause I'm shining with you by my side
Summer
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
everyday
You got my back and my ass, I'm yours today
I can't relay
There's lot of things I can't even change
But with you by my side our love will remain, so
a sample
Countin' them racks, no racket like tennis
Tickin' the clock and you countin' the minutes
I bar like DeMar, the way that I shoot
Shot in a drive-by
to leave for a trip
I love the feel of your touch, I love the taste of your lips
Just being with you is bliss, I love our drives to the city
They never
long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any
is what it takes
To drive a man to drink
A party at a friend's
Toronto's coolest scene
I thought I'd bring a tape
To show them where I'd been
we're on the line
She said my voice just make her smile
Hands up like you pull up by a cop
I know you like when I hit it from the back
She have a man
your smile
It sounds like a windchime
Oh baby
Your smile's a wonder
Of which i'm a gazer
You're the girl
With the kindest nature
I know that you're
The park like Ken Griffy signed to Dre
Now bitches wanna get it in with me
And they goin' and cop my albums
Just to hear it from me
If ever you need someone
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
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